A short poem written on a pain free spring afternoon laying in a hammock surrounded by trees.

Sunlight patches on the branches of trees.
Each step a small, surprising yes.
Bumpy roots.
The rhythm is returning,
Crutch indents fading with the cold.

Warm air fills me.
I am surrounded by leaves.
A bird fills the afternoon with song.
For the first time in months my stride remembers
How to be simply carried forward.

Without a crutch to aid.

What a blessing to have these legs.
That finally do not feel pain.

The pain will return.
The cold will return.